This is just going to be a little short. I've already written a bit more, but I decided to give people a teeny preview to it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

My public-access cable show needed something to liven it up. I decided a new, mysterious guest was exactly what I needed, so I chose to have Gaara on the show. Bad idea.

So here I was, sitting at a circular desk in front of the video camera my friend was holding up, with Garra sitting across from me. He was now in the process of testing his theory to see if people really could burst into flames from his deathly glares. I was sweating bullets, wondering if someone had turned on the heater. I coughed slightly, bringing my hand up to my mouth, and shifting my eyes from side to side. I continued to shift my eyes, attempting to look anywhere at all besides at the dark youth who was seated at the same table. I grabbed some papers on my desk, shuffling and knocking them against the table like the amateur news reporter I was pretending to be.

He continued glaring, and I let out a very audible sigh of relief as my cameraman gave me the signal to start the show.

"Hi everybody! Welcome to the show. We have a very special guest with us here tonight. Gaara, from Naruto! We-"

I was cut off by a very angry Gaara, who had stood up quickly, knocking over his chair, and now had his eyes narrowed at me.

"I am not from Naruto."

I stared blankly at the red-haired ninja.

"What?"

"I am not from Naruto," he repeated, as if talking to a particularly dense child. Somehow, I managed to comprehend him a little.

"Ok… so tell us where you're from, then."

And thus, it began.

If I get a least two reviews to this, I'll continue. Two reviews may not seem like much, but believe me, it is. If I continue this, it will be funny, even though this isn't so far.

So, please review!